OK, folks. Stick a fork in me. I’m done. 22 hours of writing later, I’ve clocked a few words over 18,000. Good enough for me. I’m pretty loopy right now, being awake for about 34 hours. I’ve done a lot of on-the-fly editing, trimming and rewriting, along with adding to about a half dozen of my short stories. But I think it’s over.
My head is muzzy and I’ve got this general, overall twitchiness that’s unpleasant. My body calls out for sleep and a Pizza Hut Pan Pizza…I know, but an exhausted body wants what an exhausted body wants.
Overall, though, I feel great about what I accomplished, because I got some good stuff down on paper. And it’s given me a strange new energy to really move on the novel, which now stands at about 35,000 words…1/3 longer than it was just 22 hours ago and almost halfway done.
I’ll share more soon, but man, I gotta rest. Thanks for coming along on this ride. And thanks again to Armand Rosamilia for the idea and the supportive tweets!